All Mine
I most enjoy gloomy afternoons outside
While the rest of the world hides away
These foggy Sunday evenings lost and in love with my solitude
The scent of rain, cold air, decaying leaves and pine
Mist falling lightly against my face
The feeling that this little magic is mine
A quiet moment in the woods, us birds meditating on the song of the wind that surrounds us
I don't feel the icy grip of winter
I carry enough warmth with me in my heart I do not need a shelter
I grow bored with walls and every other aspect of life that threatens to contain me
I need wide open sky to remind me that my life is small
So that my dreams will remain large
I do not want to give up my longings
I want to stay out all night on a cold river back by the fire
Just me and the moon
Don't ask him my secrets he will never tell you
I choose my confidants wisely
The stars will only gossip amongst themselves , they respect my sovereignty
Together we all sit quietly
Meditating on the song of the winds that surrounds us
This little magic
All mine
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2024
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